>Everything Is Broken: Bob Dylan In The 80s – The Playlist



So here it is! The playlist. The whole point of this endeavor.

Two things of note:
– Songs are in chronological order. I wanted to give the listener an impression of how Dylan’s sound evolved over the decade, and I figured this was the best way to do it. As such, I kinda threw the songs together without worrying about “flow” or anything like that. It might be a little jarring.
– Some of the songs exemplify the album they’re pulled from pretty well (Saved and Oh Mercy come to mind); some don’t, at all. That wasn’t really my intention, here. I just wanted to highlight the good songs.
– I wrote a lot more about these songs than I expected to. So. Sorry.

Well, that’s all, I guess. So, without further adieu…

1) “Saved” (from Saved, 1980)
Saved feels like little more than a novelty record today, a trifling artifact of an awkward transitional period in Dylan’s career. But hearing the album all the way through – specifically its gospel-laden title track, which kicks the record into high gear – it’s easy to see why Dylan fans may have been angered, even devastated, at the time. For a songwriter like Dylan – who rejected ideology and dogma outright in the 60s, even including the left-wing folk stalwarts who he was apparently catering towards all along – to release a record so morally monochromatic, generic, and (literally) holier-than-thou just seemed wildly out of character, if not entirely offensive. And this isn’t just in comparison to his 60’s works; records like Blood On The Tracks and Desire (and even Street Legal, depending on your tastes), all released only a few years before Saved, found Dylan in full control of his faculties. Hell, even Slow Train Coming had that unusual, funky production that twisted the fire and brimstone just enough; Saved is just straight-ahead Christian moralism, unencumbered by any sort of artistic innovation. It’s a tough pill to swallow.

Yes, Dylan had used religious – often Biblical – imagery in his music plenty of times before (most of John Wesley Harding, for one). But there’s nothing allegorical about “Saved”; lyrically, it could have come straight from a Jack Chick tract: “By His grace I have been touched / By His word I have been healed / By His hand I have been delivered / By His spirit I Have been sealed / I’ve been saved!” Now, I’m not going to sit here and mock another man’s religious beliefs – whatever was between Dylan and God at the time is none of my business, and I’m sure he believed fully in what he was singing – but really, it sounds like the guy had been brainwashed. Do those sound like Dylan lyrics to you??

At the same time, there is a reason (believe it or not!) that I chose Saved‘s title track to kick off this playlist – as upsetting as it may be, it is an effective piece of gospel-rock, one that sums up this entire period of his career quickly and effectively. Sure, it’s kind of generic and doesn’t sound like a Dylan song at all, but the guy is singing with some real conviction, and it’s catchy and energetic enough. If you don’t take Dylan too seriously and are willing to play along with this goofy Christian carnival, then I’m sure you’ll have a good time.

Just… don’t think about it too much. It’ll only depress you.

2) “Pressing On” (from Saved, 1980)
My previous schpiel about “Saved” applies here, so I’ll keep this brief. “Pressing On” is, really, just “Saved” slowed down – gospel singers, dogmatic lyrics, the works. What interests me most about “Pressing On,” though, is its personal focus, something that’s missing almost entirely from the rest of Saved; specifically, the lyrics in the first verse: “Many try to stop me, shake me up in my mind / Say, “Prove to me that He is Lord, show me a sign” / What kind of sign do they need when it all comes from within / When what’s lost has been found, what’s to come has already been?” It’s not exactly a revelatory statement, but it’s one of the few moments in Saved where Dylan addresses his detractors directly and answers them in the only way he knows how.

Not that he’s very convincing. That one line, “it all comes from within,” doesn’t work in the context of Saved considering how preachy and obnoxious the whole affair is. However, for what it’s worth, it ever-so-slightly foreshadows Dylan’s more reasonable, confessional Christian songs near the end of Shot Of Love. Maybe I’m reading too far into this, but it’s nice to hear Dylan recognize an outside voice once in a while, even if it is kind of petty.

But really, “Pressing On” is just an agreeable, well-made piece of gospel-rock, not unlike “Saved.” Again, if you can ignore the obvious Christian themes, you might get a kick out of it. It’s worth mentioning that the song popped up in I’m Not There, covered effectively by John Doe – and makes a lot more sense when it’s not being sung by Dylan himself.

3) “In The Summertime” (from Shot Of Love, 1981)
Shot Of Love is one awkward, awkward piece of work. Its first side has to be one of the most scattershot affairs in Dylan’s entire catalog, including the bizarre “Lenny Bruce” and maybe the worst Christian song he ever recorded, “Property Of Jesus.” It’s a miracle, then, that the second side finds Dylan exploring his newfound faith in a much more relatable and down-to-earth fashion, both lyrically and musically. Heck, he even found the the time to write some songs that weren’t entirely Christian-themed, if you can believe that!!

“In The Summertime” isn’t a major piece of work, but it is an adorable, sweet-natured tune in an album that is hurting for them. Badly. Just hearing Dylan taking a step back, playing a nice little song with his guitar and harmonica (the latter of which had been MIA for most of his Christian records) is a breath of fresh air. But it’s also worth noting that, while lyrically it still deals with overtly Christian themes, they feel much less intrusive and didactic; in fact, if you weren’t listening closely enough, it might almost sound like a love song (although the opening line “I was in your presence for an hour or so” makes it clear who the song is directed towards). It could be said, though, that the lyrics feel breezier because the song itself is breezier – unlike so many of Dylan’s Christian songs, the music is good enough that its run-of-the-mill lyrics don’t really matter.

It’s also worth noting that, unlike so so many songs from Dylan’s 80s records, “In The Summertime”‘s production is shockingly understated. That’s an accomplishment in and of itself.

4) “Every Grain Of Sand” (from Shot Of Love, 1981)
A lot has been written about Shot Of Love‘s closing track; it’s been cited by many people as being THE hidden gem in Dylan’s 80s catalog, and indeed one of his finest songs by any measure. Personally, I’m not sure if I would rate “Every Grain Of Sand” among Dylan’s absolutely greatest works, but it is a beautiful song, and inarguably the most significant song of his Christian period.

While Dylan has gone on record claiming that he doesn’t write “confessional songs,” the opening lines of “Every Grain Of Sand” would seem to contradict this (“In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need…”); it’s a song that takes the Christian imagery of his last three records and turns them directly inward, resulting in one of Dylan’s most personal songs, and one of the few moments in his 80s catalog where he seems to have a distinct understanding of where his career – and his faith – have led him. The fact that Dylan chose “Every Grain Of Sand” as the last song of his last overtly Christian record can’t be a coincidence – and if it is, it’s a very convenient one.

I’m not going to say that the song is Dylan apologizing for his Christian period; I doubt he really gave a shit what anybody else thought about him. But it still finds him wracked with doubt over his faith and self-worth (the lines “There’s a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere / toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair” are so prescient they’re almost frightening). And while, in usual Dylan fashion, he tries not to dwell on the past (“Don’t have the inclination to look back on any mistake / Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break”), he still finds himself in dire straits, attempting to reach out to a God that doesn’t always hear him (“I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea / sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other time it’s only me”). But despite all this doubt, Dylan’s faith deepens at the end of each verse (“Then onward in my journey I come to understand / That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand”).

Accompanied by a lovely chiming guitar figure and some tasteful backup vocals, Dylan’s lyrics are accentuated well, and despite clocking in at over 6 minutes the song never wears out its welcome. Really, the fact that such an honest, down-to-earth Christian song shares album space with “Property of Jesus” is kind of astonishing – they’re almost diametrically opposed. “Every Grain Of Sand” is an important moment of empathy, finally giving us a clear understanding of why Dylan chose the path he did without a trace of condescension, something that was a long time coming. And – thankfully – it finds Dylan writing heartfelt and honest lyrics, rather than just spouting out dull Born Again platitudes. Nice to hear.

5) “Jokerman” (from Infidels, 1983)
As Infidels‘s opening track, “Jokerman” is a fine example of that record’s (relatively) significant increase in quality over its immediate predecessors. It’s his first 80s studio LP that sounds like genuine consideration was put into making the entire thing listenable, which is more than you can say for most of his Christian period. Stacked up against his 60s/70s classics, it’s a minor entry in his catalog, but works fine on its own terms; Mark Knopfler’s production is restrained and laid-back, Dylan’s vocals and harmonica work are once again center-stage, and lyrically he’s made good on the promise of “Every Grain of Sand.”

“Jokerman” exemplifies all these qualities admirably; it’s well-crafted, relaxing, and utilizes a reggae rhythm without sounding gimmicky. While Dylan’s attempts to incorporate reggae into his sound before Infidels were, well, questionable at best (the less said about Budokan‘s reggae-ified “Don’t Think Twice,” the better), “Jokerman” manages to make it feel like a natural extension of Dylan’s sound. It’s an admirable accomplishment, and a bold experiment on Dylan’s part in the middle of a decade with very few of them.

Lyrically, Dylan fleshes out some of “Every Grain Of Sand”‘s religious imagery, but leavens that song’s darker themes with a sense of humor sorely missing from his last few records (my favorite line: “You’re going to Sodom and Gomorrah / But what do you care? / Ain’t nobody there would want to marry your sister!”); but even then, he finds time to recognize the Bible (“Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy / The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers”) and a little doom and gloom (“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread / Both of their futures, so full of dread…”). But like Dylan’s best work, it feels elliptical and playful, rather than bland and preachy.

“Jokerman” is a fine song, but I have to admit some bias – part of me included it here solely based on Dylan’s performance of the song on Letterman, roughly a year after Infidels was released. Armed with members of the LA-based Chicano punk band the Plugz, Dylan performed an entirely different rendition of the song, replacing its gradual reggae vibes with immediate, catchy pop-rock. It marks perhaps the only moment in the 80s where Dylan took a stab at a modern sound without looking like a sad old man; rather, he sounds invigorated and confident, managing to appear in control even when he screws up the harmonica solo at the end of the song. (Sadly, I can’t find the performance online anywhere – the Youtube clip I linked to in my Real Live review was taken down shortly afterwards – but if you can find it anywhere, you’ve really gotta see it.)

Dylan’s decision to work with a group of twenty-something punk musicians was inspired, and gives me ample room to speculate with fanboy glee – I mean, jeez, if he had re-recorded the entirety of Infidels with these guys, we might’ve had a classic on our hands! – but it wouldn’t last for long. The band’s Letterman performance would be their last; Dylan would break them up in favor of a group of faceless classic rock session men, and his subsequent tour would result in the entirely bland Real Live. Dylan’s brief moment of inspiration would only further highlight his ineptitude at this point in his career; maybe he somehow considered the Letterman performance a failure, or maybe he felt his younger band was incompatible with his image, I don’t know. But after the debacle of his early 80s period, a dash of young blood is exactly what he needed to get his career back on track, and it’s a shame he would toss it aside so quickly. He just didn’t know a good thing when he saw it.

I’m sorry. This is supposed to be about “Jokerman,” right? “Jokerman”‘s fine. Let’s move on.

(Oh, something worth mentioning: I decided not to include a similar track from Infidels, “License To Kill,” in this playlist simply because its Letterman rendition is so much better than the studio version it’s almost embarrassing.)

6) “Don’t Fall Apart On Me Tonight” (from Infidels, 1983)
Another cute song. I’m sorry.

Looking over this playlist, I realized something pretty quickly – in terms of sonic diversity, it is sorely lacking. Way, way too many of the songs I’ve picked are sweet-natured, unassuming little ditties – besides “Every Grain Of Sand” and a few tracks coming up later, I feel like I haven’t picked anything of serious weight, and for this I apologize.

Then again, I don’t feel like blaming myself. So I won’t! See, most of the more energetic, “rockin'” songs in Dylan’s 80s catalog are pathetic and silly, and he seemed to deliberately avoid songs with a darker edge. Take, for example, the Infidels outtake “Blind Willie McTell” – one of his most foreboding, stripped-down tracks of his 80s period, it would have definitely made this list had Dylan not inexplicably removed it from Infidels‘s tracklisting shortly before its release. To be fair, I could have also gone with “I and I” instead of this one, but that song never really… compelled me.

So we have “Don’t Fall Apart On Me Tonight,” the closing track to Infidels and maybe its sweetest track. I think I like it just because it reminds me of Tom Petty (actually, a lot of Dylan’s 80s period feels like an attempt to appropriate the Heartbreakers’ feel-good retro-rock, with much worse results). There’s a lot of harmonica, it’s not as sexist as “Sweetheart Like You,” and, umm. I like it?

Yeah. I like it. And you’ll like it too, honest.

God, I wish I could just write about fucking “Blind Willie McTell.” But there are RULES. Damnable RULES.

7) “Tight Connection To My Heart (Has Anybody Seen My Love?)” (from Empire Burlesque, 1985)
I love this stupid fucking song. I do! Why, why, I do not know.

“Tight Connection To My Heart” is easily Dylan’s most successful attempt at writing a pure pop song; sure, “Like A Rolling Stone” hit #2 on the charts, but could anybody call it a pop song without looking a little silly? Of course not. “Connection,” on the other hand, fulfills every requirement: it’s deliberately lightweight, employs a number of modern-at-the-time production tricks, and features a chorus so naggingly catchy that it practically burrows itself into your brain. If none of this sounds like a typical Dylan song to you, you’d be right – in fact, it would be hard to pin “Connection” as a Dylan song at all if he didn’t actually sing on the track. Heck, the main vocal hook of the song isn’t even sung by him; his backup singers take care of that, and he just kinda talk-sings over it. Which I guess isn’t surprising.

Still, despite its lack of personality – and its relative datedness – “Tight Connection To My Heart” is too ingratiating for me to resist. For one, there is no way I can’t like that “I-don’t-know! Has aany-boody seen my looove?” vocal hook; secondly, I’m happy to hear Mr. Dylan singing lyrics that make him sound like a complete asshole, something he hasn’t done much of since the 60s. Opening lines: “Well, I had to move fast / And I couldn’t with you around my neck / I said I’d send for you and I did / What did you expect?” It’s a little deceptive, in a way; Dylan’s lyrics are so dickish and condescending, but the song itself is so gosh-darn adorable that he somehow comes across as goofy rather than just plain mean. “Tight Connection” could be about the Kent State shootings and still sound cute.

But why even bother analyzing the lyrics to a song like this? Sure, it’s Dylan, but it’s “Tight Connection To My Heart” Dylan. It’s immaterial. There’s a reference to “Madame Butterfly” in there somewhere, and something about a guy with a powder blue wig. I don’t know. It’s a pop song!

If you wanna get a real idea of where Dylan was at around the time this song was released, check out its music video. Not only is it practically as adorable as the song itself, it also manages to say more about Dylan in the 80s than I ever could. (God, look at him try to lipsynch! Poor guy.)

8) “Dark Eyes” (from Empire Burlesque, 1985)
Empire Burlesque doesn’t deserve “Dark Eyes.” Seriously. One of the loveliest acoustic songs in his entire catalog, tacked onto the end of one of his schlockiest albums as if it were an afterthought. For shaaame.

…although, from what I’ve heard, “Dark Eyes” was an afterthought. It was the last song recorded for Empire Burlesque, recorded live to tape by Dylan with only guitar and harmonica, and placed at the very end of the album without a single edit. And he’d only written it a few days before recording! If this is indeed true, I imagine Dylan could have written/recorded a dozen more songs in a similar fashion and the resulting record would have been a thousand times better than anything on the horrendously overproduced Empire Burlesque. “Dark Eyes” is ample proof that Dylan’s lousy 80s records were less about Dylan losing his gifts as a songwriter, and more about him forgetting how to use those gifts.

“Dark Eyes”, despite its endearing melody, is really a song about resignation – perhaps one of his earliest songs about settling into middle-age, stepping aside and letting the young folk go about their business. Acting as a casual observer, he describes a series of people that feel more like literary characters than real human beings (“Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside”; “Oh, the French girl, she’s in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel”); but after the beginning of each verse, these people are politely dismissed, as Dylan can’t even relate to them (“I live in another world / where life and death are memorized”). Most tellingly, there’s a verse where Dylan rejects a cynical viewpoint (“They tell me revenge is sweet / and from where they stand, I’m sure it is / But I feel nothing for their game / where beauty goes unrecognized”); to me, it almost sounds like a rejection of his snarkier 60s persona and an acceptance of his old age, a graceful bow-out. If you want to stretch things a little bit, you could say “Dark Eyes” is one of the Dylan earliest “old man” songs.

But maybe that’s a bit much. “Dark Eyes” is really just a sweet little burst of joy after the unconscionable slog that is Empire Burlesque. Sounds better in the context of the record, I guess, but it’s just as lovely on its own.

9) “Brownsville Girl” (from Knocked Out Loaded, 1986)
I’ll be honest with you here – if it were up to me, Knocked Out Loaded wouldn’t have a single entry on this list. It is such a consistently unpleasant experience that I don’t want to recognize it, to be reminded of it, in any way. But rules are rules – at least one track from each album, that’s what Benzo said – so my hands are tied, here.

So the prize goes to “Brownsville Girl,” a bizarre one-off collaboration between Dylan and Sam Shepherd. A lot of people consider it to be Knocked Out Loaded‘s sole redeeming factor, and I assume it must be (I don’t know what else would qualify). But that could just be the Stockholm Syndrome talking; as it stands, it’s kind of a funny, goofy tale, but it’s also just as ridiculously overproduced as anything else on Loaded. Oh, and it’s also eleven fucking minutes long. That, alone, makes me kind of hate it – mostly because it makes this playlist about eleven minutes longer than it needs to be. It’s unseemly.

There are some funny lines but I can’t say I remember them? You might like it more than I do. It’s the worst song on this list, but it’s not bad.

I just… don’t want to talk about it.

10) “Death Is Not The End” (from Down In The Groove, 1988)
I like this song a whole lot, but I feel like Dylan might have recorded it at the wrong time. If he had kept it in the vaults ’till the late 90s, maybe, he could have sang it with his newfound low growl, which would’ve given it a lot more soul and grit. But sadly, this is the late 80s we’re talking about, the dying days of Dylan’s high-pitched whine; as such, “Death Is Not The End” is a little more awkward than it should be.

Having said that, it’s still an effective song. A lot of its power comes from its spare, somewhat haunting production; for a song that’s supposed to be comforting and encouraging, “Death Is Not The End” brings to mind a funeral procession, with its hushed vocals and mournful “no, no!” chants in the middle of each chorus. I like to think of the song from the perspective of somebody trying to cheer up a dying friend or family member – telling them what they know they want to hear, but struggling to believe their own words. Its lyrics are simple enough that they almost sound like they’re being sung to a child (“When you’re sad and when you’re lonely / And you haven’t got a friend / Just remember that death is not the end”), making it even more unsettling.

But, let’s get real here, there’s only two things you need to know about this song:
1) R&B vocal group Full Force sing backup vocals. They would go on to write this song.
2) Nick Cave covered it! Neat.

11) “Silvio” (from Down In The Groove, 1988)
Here’s another song that, for whatever reason, I don’t have much to say about. But it’s a fun one! Probably the track that best exemplifies Down In The Groove, sans the mediocrity – it’s silly, energetic, and over with in three minutes. It displays the best of Groove‘s stripped-down, rootsy production, and somehow manages to use backup vocalists that enhance the song rather than overstuff it.

I guess it’s mostly notable for being one of Dylan’s earliest collaborations with Grateful Dead lyricist Rob Hunter (the other one here, “The Ugliest Girl In the World,” is pretty OK but nowhere near as good). But “Silvio” jumps in and out of my consciousness so quickly that I’ve never even bothered to stop and pay attention to its lyrics; looking back, there’s some entertaining lines here (“Since ev’ry pleasure’s got an edge of pain / Pay for your ticket and don’t complain” is a favorite) and some that playfully acknowledge his career (“Ain’t complaining about what I got / Seen better times, but who has not?”), but overall “Silvio” isn’t about its lyrical content. Most of its appeal comes from Dylan’s biting vocals, brisk guitarwork, and the “woo woo!” and “uh huh!”s coming from his backup singers.

Unlike most of the other “cute” songs I’ve covered here, “Silvio” is almost deliberately lightweight, a three-minute serotonin jolt. Nothing more, nothing less. And after a track like “Brownsville Girl,” that’s really what we need, isn’t it??

12) “Where Teardrops Fall” (from Oh Mercy, 1989)
Of all of Dylan’s 80s works, Oh Mercy is the clear outlier, the first real foreshadowing of his eventual resurgence in the 90s and 2000s. And while it has its share of weighty, personal songs – among Dylan’s most personal since “Every Grain Of Sand” – there’s also “Where Teardrops Fall,” a romantic gem that exemplifies all of Oh Mercy‘s considerable charms in only two and a half minutes.

A couple things I love about this song: for one, Dylan’s finally discovered his “old man” voice, that lower-register bluesman’s growl that has to be one of my personal favorite Dylan voices. It’s just so expressive and characteristic – gruff and foreboding when it needs to be, but also very warm and soulful. Sure, it’s not fully developed yet here (and wouldn’t be until ’97’s Time Out Of Mind), but it still gives “Where Teardrops Fall” a level of affability it wouldn’t have had otherwise.

There’s also that lovely guitar line, and Daniel Laonis’s appropriately hazy production, making the whole song feel like a sweet dream. Melodically, I don’t doubt that a song like this would fit right in on a record like Love And Theft (for the record, one of my absolute favorite Dylan albums of any era); it’s got that same 40s-50s classic pop feel to it. Good, good feelings.

Not unlike “Silvio,” “Where Teardrops Fall” is over with so quickly that its lyrical content is almost immaterial. If you think I’ve just been making excuses so I don’t have to write another couple paragraphs deciphering these lyrics, well jeez, you’d be wrong! They mean nothing!! Leave me alone.

13) “Most Of The Time” (from Oh Mercy, 1989)
I could be wrong, but I’m guessing that this track was responsible for most of Oh Mercy‘s critical comparisons to Blood On The Tracks upon it’s release – it is a breakup song, after all, so comparing it to one of the most celebrated breakup albums of all time only seems natural. Of course, that comparison doesn’t really hold water – they’re two very, very different records – but “Most Of The Time” remains one of Dylan’s best songs about lost love, and could be Oh Mercy‘s most notable achievement.

Calling “Most Of The Time” a breakup song might be a little to broad; it’s more a song about repressing emotion. Dylan takes the role of man who’s been separated from his lover for what seems like a long time, to the point where he doesn’t even remember her – or, at least, that’s what he tries to convince himself. I like how the structure of the lyrics mirror Dylan’s feelings; he spends most of each verse maintaining his resilience in the face of an unnamed problem (“Most of the time / I’m clear focused all around / Most of the time / I can keep both feet on the ground”), only slipping in a reference to “her” in the last line (“I can survive and I can endure / And I don’t even think about her”). The denial and self-delusion is palpable, here, which gives the song an extra bite; Dylan is obviously lying to himself, and he knows it. Unlike Blood On The Tracks‘s mournful, direct approach, “Most Of The Time” finds Dylan as an older man trying to “hide from the feelings that are buried inside” by pretending he never felt them in the first place. It’s a different perspective, but one that’s just as relatable – and heartbreaking – as anything he’s ever recorded.

“Most Of The Time” also stands as one of the best marriages of Dylan’s songwriting and Laonis’s production; he envelops the song in a warm, comforting soundscape, one that complements the song’s sense of loneliness very well. It gives off that unmistakable feeling of waking up early in the morning, making a pot of coffee and letting stray memories drift through your mind as you stare out the window; that weird, uncomfortable feeling of vulnerability. It could be argued that other songs on Oh Mercy are kind of overloaded with standard Laonis 80s production tricks, but there’s no denying that it works wonders here.

Good song. Perfect way to end the playlist. And it was in “High Fidelity,” too, so I guess it’s accrued some film cred. And why not?


Saved: “Covenant Woman,” “Solid Rock”
Shot Of Love: “The Groom’s Still Waiting At The Altar”
Infidels: “License To Kill,” “I And I”
Empire Burlesque: …nothing
Knocked Out Loaded: …still nothing’
Down In The Groove: “Shenandoah”
Oh Mercy: “Ring Them Bells,” “Man In The Long Black Coat”


– “Blind Willie McTell,” an excellent outtake that should have been on Infidels, and the original rockin’ version of “When The Night Comes Fallin’ From The Sky” that is about a thousand times better than the disco-rock version on Empire Burlesque (and features memebers of the E Street Band! yowza!!). Both can be found on The Bootleg Series Vol. 3.

– A reinterpreted live version of “Tangled Up In Blue,” from Real Live. Lyrics are shuffled around a whole bunch. Worth it, if you like the song (and you should).

– Dylan’s Letterman performance, the whole thing. FIND IT YOURSELF ‘CAUSE I SURE CAN’T.

Well, that about wraps things up. I’ll finish this atypically long blog post with a simple question: does ANYBODY know a good way to compile an online playlist, so that I can post it here for easy listening? I wanted to use 8tracks but they only allow you two songs by the same artist. Ugh!! What good is a playlist like this if you can’t hear the songs? Man.

Either way, I have to thank Mr. Ben Vigeant for encouraging me to take this on. It’s been such a fun exercise for me, and any excuse to further explore and understand one of my favorite musicians is a good one in my book. Having said that, I am completely sick of writing about Bob Dylan and am excited to start writing about any other band in the near future. Yes, yes.